Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 1117 A three-man army formation rolled over the hillside

During his previous charges, two of the axe handles broke. Later, he replaced them with handles made from the thigh bones of an Iron-Spine Bull, which barely managed to withstand his force.

His face was expressionless, only his eyes gleamed in the morning light. It wasn't nervousness, but excitement—the excitement of a hunter spotting his prey.

Tuoba Shan was on his right.

The Iron-Spine Bull still had fragments of monster bone from last night's charge hanging from its horns.

He lay prone on the ox's back, a short spear held horizontally in front of him, the armor-piercing patterns on the spearhead already gleaming faintly.

The bull beneath him was even more impatient than he was, snorting white breath and pawing the ground with its hooves, as if it wanted nothing more than to crash into the wolf pack.

Amu's archer battalion was on the flank.

Three hundred sandalwood bows were drawn to their full strength at the same time, and the battle patterns on the bow arms shone as a flowing band of light during the charge.

Three thousand soldiers were arranged in a wedge formation, like a giant arrowhead piercing straight down from the horizon.

The Warcraft group is in chaos.

An army suddenly appeared on the ridge behind them.

This is a situation they have never encountered before.

The wolf pack at the rear turned around, not yet having formed ranks—some were still lying on the ground, some were standing up, and some were still licking the blood from the corners of their mouths.

The alpha wolf stood on the hillside, and for the first time, a hint of emotion not belonging to a ferocious beast flashed in its eyes.

That was confusion.

But Zhang Yuan didn't give them time to be confused.

Amu's archer battalion fired a volley during the charge.

"Om-"

Three hundred armor-piercing arrows passed the vanguard, drawing a dense arc in the air, the armor-piercing patterns on the arrows lighting up simultaneously during flight—three hundred tiny meteors.

The arrows landed where the monsters were most densely packed, the sound of them piercing flesh as dense as a downpour hitting leaves.

A large number of the wolves in the rear were killed by the rain of arrows, and black blood spurted several feet away, spraying onto the wolves behind and flowing down their fur.

Several dire wolves, though shot through the stomach, were still alive, rolling and howling on the ground, before being trampled into mincemeat by their own companions.

The rear guard of the dire wolves collapsed under the hail of arrows.

Zhang Yuan drew his long sword.

The moment the blade was drawn, stellar energy flowed into its body, causing silver patterns to appear on the blade. The patterns spread from the hilt to the tip, and the entire blade lit up.

The surrounding air buzzed from the force of the blade.

He pointed the knife forward, the tip slicing through the air and leaving a silver trail.

Wherever the blade pointed, the formation of the monster horde was as if cleaved by an invisible blade, and the front-line monster wolves were forced back a step by the pressure of that aura.

"Break the formation!"

Three thousand people accelerated simultaneously.

It cascades down the mountain ridge like a flood bursting its banks.

The sounds of horses' hooves, cattle's hooves, footsteps, and the clash of weapons merged into a deafening torrent.

The wolf charging at the front was knocked away by the warhorse.

The warhorse's forelegs stomped on the wolf's head, a cracking sound echoing as the wolf's skull was crushed into its chest cavity. The warhorse continued its momentum, knocking away a second and a third wolf.

The Iron-Spine Bull charged into the wolf pack, its horns lifting two demonic wolves and flinging them several feet away.

The two demonic wolves tumbled in mid-air, crashed into the rocks, their spines snapped, and slid to the ground, leaving a long trail of blood.

Tuoba Tie swung his heavy axe down.

The energy-gathering patterns on the axe blade exploded into a visible shockwave, which spread outwards, simultaneously knocking over the three demonic wolves charging at the forefront.

The axe blade itself split the front end in two.

Tuoba Tie didn't stop. He swung his axe up and down again, one axe blow after another, each time splitting a demon wolf in two.

Tuoba Shan's short spears thrust out from the back of the ox, each spear precisely piercing the wolf's throat or eye socket.

His movements were extremely fast—thrusting out, retracting, and thrusting out again—the rhythm was as steady as a blacksmith striking iron.

The Iron-Spine Bull beneath him was also using its horns to kill demonic wolves, and the demonic leopard fangs embedded in its head pierced the bellies of more than one demonic wolf. The army of three thousand men rolled over the hillside.

The Warcraft horde was felled like wheat.

Where the army passed, only corpses and pieces of flesh remained on the ground.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, ten times stronger than the smell at the bottom of the valley.

The soil on the ground was soaked with blood, and it was slippery to the touch, like stepping into mud.

Then—the war beasts appeared.

The vital energy of three thousand people began to resonate under the pull of the battle formation.

Everyone's breathing was unconsciously synchronized with that of their comrades beside them.

When they exhale, three thousand people exhale simultaneously; when they swing their swords, three thousand people swing their swords simultaneously.

Each person's vital energy surged from their body, rose up, and converged above the military formation.

First, a faint wisp, like the heat wave above a campfire, slightly distorted above the queue.

Then it gets darker and darker, from light gray to dark gray, from intangible to tangible.

The blood and qi of the three thousand people surged and coalesced, gradually taking shape.

First the spine.

A gray spine arched up from the malevolent energy, extending segment by segment, like a mountain range growing in the void.

Then come the limbs.

Four enormous legs emerged from the malevolent energy, each leg tens of feet thick, stomping in the air and causing boulders on the hillside to tumble down.

Then comes the head.

A massive beast head rose from the malevolent aura, its mane billowing like flames in the wind.

Those eyes were a chaotic gray, with a silvery glint of starlight shimmering deep within their pupils. Fangs protruded from the corners of their mouths, each several feet long.

A phantom image of a gray war beast, hundreds of feet long, stretched across the sky.

It stood atop the heads of three thousand people, its mane billowing in the wind, its limbs treading in the void, each step causing the earth to tremble.

The dire wolves trampled in the horde of monsters were instantly turned into meat patties, their bones crushed.

Its head was lowered, looking down at the tiny monsters at its feet. Then it opened its massive jaws and let out a silent roar.

No sound.

But the shockwave exploded outwards from its center.

The shockwave was visible to the naked eye; a ring of gray shockwave spewed from the war beast's mouth and spread outwards, flattening vegetation and sending rocks flying wherever it passed.

The surrounding wolves were blown away by the shockwave, bleeding from all seven orifices before they even hit the ground.

Some of the demonic wolves were swept into the air by the shockwave, their bodies torn to pieces by an invisible force in mid-air.

The war beast continued forward.

With each step it took, dozens of demonic wolves were trampled into mincemeat.

Each time it roared, hundreds of demonic wolves were blown away by the shockwave.

It was like a moving mountain, crushing through the horde of monsters.

Wherever it went, it left behind only corpses and pieces of flesh.

Yan He stood at the entrance of the valley, the knife in his hand hanging down at some point.

The tip of the knife touched the ground, and blood from the blade trickled down its sides.

He stared at the hundred-foot-tall war beast, his lips trembling.

He looked back at the tattered Cloud Banner behind him, and then at the Frost Banner on the mountain ridge.

The snow-capped peaks on the flag shimmered in the morning light.

He suddenly remembered something.

Decades ago, when his grandfather was still alive, he told him the story of the battlefield at Tianyuan City a million years ago. (End of Chapter)